Riddlers Riddles Novels & Stories

“The riddle is trying to throw us off, by making us choose from one pillar. But what if the answer is one symbol from both riddles?” “You could be right,” I acquiesced. “Especially since every message in these riddles is about two halves completing a whole. But which combination of symbols is correct?” Evelina bit her bottom, contemplating my question. “How about…I pick a symbol mentioned in the riddle on my pillar, and you pick any of the two symbols from yours? If this really is about teamwork, then we both should pick.” “If this doesn’t work, something even worse is going to jump out and try to kill us,” I pointed out.

“If you’re jealous, then I don’t want it anymore! Happy now?” I watched, stunned, as the diamond ring tumbled into the dark grass. My anger flared up. “Ester! Are you crazy?! That ring is worth more than your entire family!” Hearing me shout at her, Joel jumped out of the car and stormed toward me, pointing an accusing finger in my face. “What’s your problem? That ring is a cheap knockoff from a street vendor! You’re only happy if you make Esther cry, aren’t you?” I couldn’t hold back anymore. My hand flew up, and I slapped Joel hard across the face.

"Solve my riddles, or be forever lost in this endless maze." With a sense of dread knotting in our stomachs, we exchanged wary glances, knowing that our fate hung in the balance. The challenge ahead was daunting, and the consequences of failure were unthinkable. But as the first riddle echoed through the labyrinth, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this twisted game than met the eye. And with each riddle we solved, the shadows seemed to grow darker, the maze more treacherous. As we ventured deeper into the labyrinth, the voice's laughter followed us like a sinister specter, driving us forward even as it filled us with a creeping sense of dread.

We shared ideas, dissected clues, and pieced together the fragmented puzzle of the secret society's true agenda. In one chamber, we encountered a riddle carved into the stone floor. Its cryptic message teased our minds, demanding not only knowledge but also lateral thinking. We wracked our brains, exploring every possible interpretation until, at last, the answer revealed itself. With a sense of triumph, we watched as the stone shifted, revealing a hidden passage to the next stage of our journey.

Cassandra, gathering her strength, yelled over the powerful melody, "We've faced your trial, Raven! Release him!" The raven lowered its head, locking eyes with her. "Your bravery and intellect have been tested. But the trial isn't over. To free your friend, answer this riddle: 'I am taken from a mine and shut up in a wooden case, from which I am never released, and yet I am used by almost every person. What am I?'" Cassandra thought for a moment, then whispered, "A pencil lead." The raven let out a triumphant caw, and the enchantment broke. Darius dazed, returned to their side.

Marinetta's scroll read: "I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have nobody, but I come alive with the wind. What am I?" She pondered the riddle, her mind racing. After a moment, she smiled. "An echo," she whispered, and the scroll glowed brightly, the words rearranging to form a key. Harley's scroll presented a different challenge: "I can be cracked, made, told, and played. What am I?" He furrowed his brow, thinking deeply. "A joke," he said confidently, and the scroll responded in kind, forming another key. Seraphina's scroll was the most complex: "I am not alive, but I grow. I do not have lungs, but I need air. I do not have a mouth, but water kills me. What am I?"

Here is the question from that: I’m often running, yet I have no legs. You need me, but I don’t need you. He was about to answer "politician", thinking that the riddle had something to do with politics. But he just can’t think of anything that relates to politics. Just like earlier, all of his answers were related to the things he could see inside the room. So if he answers politics, then it would be nonsense since he wouldn’t get another bloody cookie that he needs to collect.

A riddle appeared on a stone plaque by the pool: "By day it sleeps, by night it soars, Silent as the moon, it holds the core. Speak its name to calm the tide, And through the maze, you may glide." Nikolai and I pondered the riddle, our eyes scanning the area for any hints. After a few moments, a soft voice echoed through the trees. “The answer is the owl,” it said. “Speak the name, and the way will be shown.” Following the guidance, I called out, “Owl!” At that instant, the water in the pool began to bubble, and a hidden pathway emerged, leading us further into the garden.

“Come on don’t be so dumb. We know very well, you boys never keep your room well organized. You are filthy and you are calling our washroom filthy. I bet that our washroom is cleaner than your room.” “Hey! Why are you comparing my room with your washroom?” Riddel sounded offended. “Because you asked for it,” she replied. “Come to my room and I will show you…” “Ahh!?” every one of us gasped hearing Riddle. He glanced at each one of us and gulped hard. “What? I am saying I will show you how clean and well organized my room is.” “Oh!” we sighed in relief. “Here!” Aster appeared again and handed me the ice bag.

It dances while sipping its tea, bows as it sees her presence, and the voice once more asks. “You got the riddle, answer the question. He who is seeking, he that will be known, in this tea time, who is he?” Closing her eyes firmly for a moment as she took a deep breath in, looking up once more, she smiles as she whispers. “The March Hare.”